Ivy Mason is hiding—from her past, from herself, and from anyone who could love her. The only kind of love she’s ever known hurts, leaving scars on her body and soul. Now, her world may be boring and predictable, but that’s exactly what she wants. Until Devon Clay walks into her life.

A lonely man in a deadly profession, Devon works as an agent for an underground British agency known only as the Shadow. Nothing about him is safe or ordinary. The danger that consumes his life turns into an addiction Ivy can’t resist . . . even if it proves fatal.

As Ivy’s past begins to catch up with her, she wonders if love really is the twisted thing she’s always thought it was. Maybe it could be more with this man, who’s shown her that she doesn’t need to protect herself from everyone. Is what she feels for Devon worth the risk? He may save her heart or break it, if she manages to stay alive.

Exclusive Excerpt: In His Shadow by Tiffany Snow

“You don’t cook?” Devon asked.

I wrinkled my nose and gave a small shake of my head. “But I can rock a pair of skinny jeans and four-inch heels like nobody’s business,” I said, poking him lightly in the chest.

“I’ll bet you can,” he said, his lips tipping upward in the hint of a smile.

“Want to go out?” I asked. “Or we can order pizza or something.” Even as I said it, though, Devon didn’t strike me as a pizza kind of guy, so I wasn’t surprised when he was shaking his head before the words were even out of my mouth.

“Put your heels on,” he said. “I’ll buy you dinner.”

No need to tell me twice. I dug out a favorite pair of nude platforms that were perfectly conservative, until you saw the wickedly tall and sharp stiletto heel. Before long, I was walking those heels into another very nice, and very expensive, restaurant. The maitre d’ took our coats and I felt the warmth of Devon’s hand on the small of my back as we followed him to a table.

Devon sat across from me, his back to the wall, and once the waiter had come by to get our drink order, he settled back in his chair. His gaze rested on me, a smile playing about his mouth.

I looked at him as I opened the menu, my brow creasing in a frown but smiled tentatively back. “What?” I asked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He asked innocently.

I rolled my eyes. “Like that.”

Resting his elbows on the table, he leaned forward as though he were going to tell me a secret. “I like to watch you,” he said.

Okay, that was an odd thing to say. “What do you mean?”
“The way you carry yourself. The way you walk,” he said. “It’s what first drew my eye. You’re beautiful, and you know it. You carry yourself with confidence and have a charisma about you. It’s … mesmerizing. Intoxicating.” He reached for my hand with both of his, lifting my arm to press his lips to my palm, then my wrist. “Addicting.”

Author Biography

Tiffany Snow was born in St. Charles, Missouri, where she developed a fondness for trivia games, the music of Elvis Presley, and romance novels. After earning two bachelor’s degrees—one in social studies education and the other in history—she went on to work in the information technology field. Now, the author of the popular Kathleen Turner Series writes full-time, when she’s not quoting When Harry Met Sally or dancing along to her favorite ’80s hair band. She resides in the Midwest with her husband of eighteen years and their two daughters.